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Albums:

Time Pieces Vol. 1: The Best of Eric Clapton + Time Pieces Vol. 2: Live In The Seventie (Eric Clapton) · Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen: The Library of Congress Recordings, Vol. 5 (Leadbelly) · The Library of Congress Recordings (Leadbelly) · Soul Jazz Records Presents: TV Sound and Image (British Tv, Film and Library Composers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Novelty Music: The Listening Library [#2] (Jimmy Durante) · Leadbelly Arc & Library of Congress Recordings, Vol. 1: 1934-1935 (Leadbelly) · Toddler's Music: The Listening Library (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Leadbelly Arc & Library of Congress Recordings, Vol. 2: 1935 (Leadbelly) · Leadbelly Arc & Library of Congress Recordings, Vol. 3: 1935 (Leadbelly) · Jazz Violin Music: The Listening Library (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


started listening to bluegrass music in Bryan Duckworth's rust red 1970 Ford Maverick. 
Had an eight track tape deck and an eight track tape of Bill
body shiver
And when you took my breath away,
You took my breath away.

The sky has made it back to blue,
Everything that's left
Is telling us the worst
with vacation
Vocation of vocalization
Especially with the impact of it takes a nation
Of millions to hold us back
You bet there's blood on them bomb
dancing got the whole night left
Been a lot of places but I ain't done yet
All of us up in the clouds
We roll by, they say wow
See the world, we're on top
set forth 
By devotion to the sport that I'm coaching 
When the whistle blows initial flows stun you 
Really just a young crew havin' fun too, we're
wrap the mystery revealed
Why we sport Adidas? By his stripes we were healed!
Without the rhythm of the word verse ain't complete
While my KJV vibrateth
to tell
About five years ago I began my quest to be the best DJ in the whole US
There was a lot of DJ's striving in my spot
They were putting me down
to tell
About five years ago I began my quest to be the best DJ in the whole US
There was a lot of DJ's striving in my spot
They were putting me down
Said he's jumping bail said he just left court
Caught the first thing smoking in a serious dash
Didn't know where we were going, didn't care, didn't
The video is directed by Benny and Chris
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits
I tell 'em this, you gotta be at least a dime for a piece of mind
I
tracks with a chorus
Get clapped by my rap supporters, catch you borders
Sleep walkers, get advanced to street orders
Hell comin', drop the dice, no
blood on the moon in the cotton belt.
When both of us, baby, were going though some sort of a test
Neither one of us could do what we do best.
I should
The misdemeanor catcher comin back at cha
for the long ride, as we return to the wrongside

[El Da Sensai]
Out to burn, rackin paints by the sack to provide
tracks
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
throw those grenades you better be
Ready, not iced out and petty
Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty
That's ran by the icon who just left
of the artform's life savors?

From tapes to decks, beats with raps, streets with gats
Speaking of tracks, I've ran plenty laps
The crates were packed, Farms were
legs, 
perched on a piece of wood 
and if it ever rained on us 
I slipped beneath his hood, 
at home the radio was on 
Å’wall papered all those years,
views and family and life were askew
Number six had been twisted by the previous two
The last step, the seventh
Was the only thing left that kept him
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...

[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
than conspiracies wit change links
We're strangely spittin thoughts by my lonely
After all this close contact you still don't know me

What if? to me
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape 
Man with no music but happy he's free 
Bailin' fast as I can bail down 19th Street 
I got my sacks
bunk persona to light (I might)
Build anti-malignant railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent
Just to scream "fuck off" as the engine pulls out
of the witch after passed out
Helpless, feelin left out and selfless
Possessed by the witch who hides like reflection
Rebellious inside of my musical section
My
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...

[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks

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